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Mar 2023
this morning I am feeling
my way through it.

settled, comfortable,
feeding myself.

the sun is rising earlier.

there is a magic history in the birds
I hear for the first time
since winter began

they are the truest thing
I know.
Written by
sgail
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   Doshi, Sarita Aditya Verma and Ledge
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